I have sat on a bench at stared at Monet.
I have touched Michelangelo.
In Venice, I saw Dali.
I have seen gorgeous art in Belgium, Luxembourg, France, Germany, Italy.
Mona Lisa and I stared each other down.
I’ve seen some “things” here and there. The Louvre was okay….
NOTHING, I repeat, NOTHING has anything on this face.
I could literally stare at it for hours upon hours.
Kirk says he looks a little Dr. Suess-ical, but I think he’s perfectly composed.
I can’t paint. I can’t sculpt. I cannot carry a tune or play an instrument or draw a straight line.
But damn, I make one cute kid!